Every year at this time, I stroll two blocks up Ridge Avenue to Gorgas Park. There, I get out the two rubber stamps I had made, one reading AUTUMN and the other DEATH, and stamp the fallen leaves with them.
Such is but one of the many duties incumbent upon a fantasist. I hope that yours are as pleasant as mine.
And as always . . .
I'm on the road again, off for a weekend of strange adventures. If any of them seem suitable, I'll share them on Monday.
Immediately above: Memento Mori. Remember to die. Because if you've never died, you haven't yet led a rich, full life. Both photographs by Marianne Porter.